Bodangling

rollings

It's not your indifference that
makes the difference
I think its your spiral-striped stair case that you maimed and healed and egg-shelled--brooms down--
all while calling for your razorbacks, which you never did ride anyway.

...Your insignificance is another story
you spoke of it when you were cigarette but an ashtray--backing up into your mother's arms,
begging yourself to get off the swing a little salty, a little small, and a little too steady

Entrapping this case of field armor & worms, we embarked entrepid along a lonely night
back to where disease was just the word ~ wind

On top of this we erected a tent. ---..~'~..---just in case

Oh what it was like
for me to
for me only write~
~I heard birds in a fire!
and a firefly--burning besides where the sky was cornered and forced to dry a long time into that night...

Did you recover?
Prospering doesn't hang down that much, or at least not at all,
when you're recovering from flinging yourself like I did
right up over the wall

embiled inside you--green like this inner child
where you have been sleeping in it and now you're suffering from it

mysticweed

Half Full wrote:

Did you recover?
Prospering doesn't hang down that much, or at least not at all,
when you're recovering from flinging yourself like I did
right up over the wall

embiled inside you--green like this inner child
where you have been sleeping in it and now you're suffering from it

wild shit girl
awesome

acrossssSsssshittt

Half Full wrote:

On top of this we erected a tent. ---..~'~..---just in case

Did you recover?
Prospering doesn't hang down that much, or at least not at all,
when you're recovering from flinging yourself like I did
right up over the wall

i think you're in another league

and this is "dragging [me] down plenty"

mysticweed

acrosssSssshit wrote:

Half Full wrote:

On top of this we erected a tent. ---..~'~..---just in case

Did you recover?
Prospering doesn't hang down that much, or at least not at all,
when you're recovering from flinging yourself like I did
right up over the wall

i think you're in another league

and this is "dragging [me] down plenty"

(when you can) shed a tear
(and shed a) feather
your radiant smile
(will reach) from across an ocean with love
(illuminating)
my house in the sea
(and) the next morning
i'm not lying
(i'll hit the bong 'cause you know?)
it goes - like this

acrossssSsssshittt

chickweed wrote:

acrosssSssshit wrote:

Half Full wrote:

On top of this we erected a tent. ---..~'~..---just in case

Did you recover?
Prospering doesn't hang down that much, or at least not at all,
when you're recovering from flinging yourself like I did
right up over the wall

i think you're in another league

and this is "dragging [me] down plenty"

(when you can) shed a tear
(and shed a) feather
your radiant smile
(will reach) from across an ocean with love
(illuminating)
my house in the sea
(and) the next morning
i'm not lying
(i'll hit the bong 'cause you know?)
it goes - like this

you're a very very sweet chickweed ... you make the words sound nice : )

pepper

Incredible!

acrossssSsssshittt

Half Full wrote:

where you have been sleeping in it and now you're suffering from it

tremors

Half Full wrote:

It's not your indifference that
makes the difference
I think its your spiral-striped stair case that you maimed and healed and egg-shelled--brooms down--
all while calling for your razorbacks, which you never did ride anyway.

...Your insignificance is another story
you spoke of it when you were cigarette but an ashtray--backing up into your mother's arms,
begging yourself to get off the swing a little salty, a little small, and a little too steady

Entrapping this case of field armor & worms, we embarked entrepid along a lonely night
back to where disease was just the word ~ wind

On top of this we erected a tent. ---..~'~..---just in case

Oh what it was like
for me to
for me only write~
~I heard birds in a fire!
and a firefly--burning besides where the sky was cornered and forced to dry a long time into that night...

Did you recover?
Prospering doesn't hang down that much, or at least not at all,
when you're recovering from flinging yourself like I did
right up over the wall

embiled inside you--green like this inner child
where you have been sleeping in it and now you're suffering from it

Wow - amazing. I'm missing the poetry section, but I can only come here when I feel a certain way. I hope I may come back soon, and be able to read more stuff like this